Sequoia Coast One life

as if the sting in his paw was not enough, the female issued a snarl that lanced through him like a hot blade, her gaze icy and form more frigid than that of the teat that presumably suckled lusca. tachyon nearly disappeared into his fur-ruff, his head retracting awkwardly into his neck as he bent himself as far back from her as possible without moving. in some ways the recoil mimicked that of a tortoise -- slow, ungainly and embarrassing.

if she had remained passively aggressive for a moment longer tachyon would have melted into a puddle of discomfiture -- but luckily, she relented -- tentatively he peered at her though he made great care to avoid meeting her gaze. "i thought you were someone else." he mumbled pathetically, peering at his bruised toes with a frown worrying his brow.